Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.